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Has it really been almost six months since we have been in our own country?  Yes it has.  Nov 2012 was the last time my feet were on US soil.  Perhaps that is why I am so anxious about today – Sunday May 5thI have barely slept as my brain keeps tossing and turning about the logistics of our border crossing; the culture shock of my countries excess and leaving the Wild West; and my excitement about being with the people I know and love. 

It is strange to think there is nervousness, excitement and even anxiety after 16 border crossings.  In case you are interested here they are:

  1.  US to Canada
  2.  Canada to US
  3.  US to Mexico
  4.  Mexico to Belize
  5.  Belize to Guatemala
  6.  Guatemala to Honduras
  7.  Honduras to Nicaragua
  8.  Nicaragua to Costa Rica
  9.  Costa Rica to Panama
  10.  Panama to Costa Rica
  11.  Costa Rica to Nicaragua
  12.  Nicaragua to Honduras
  13.  Honduras to El Salvador
  14.  El Salvador to Guatemala
  15.  Guatemala to Mexico
  16.  Mexico to US

Maybe because it is the last one before being home.  Maybe it comes from my past experience and stories I have heard from others about crossing back.  I want a big warm hug that says “welcome home”.  In Honduras, the police actually stopped us to say “Hola.  Welcome to my country and enjoy your stay.”  Instead, I know I am going to get the third degree.   Border guards are going to want to question why we left, where we have been and what we were doing.  When we entered Mexico the Texas border guard tried to talk us out of going.  Will the California guard question why we went?  With a passport full of stamps they certainly can see we get around.  They will most likely want to search our stuff – something that hasn’t been done much at all on any of these other crossings.   To be clear, we don’t have anything to hide – not that you could fit much contraband on motorcycle anyway.  Rather, it is just the thought that they will be going through all our personal stuff. 

Maybe they won’t.  That would be nice.  If they do, I worry about their opinion on my most prized new physical possession.   That being the super functional and even kind of cool machete I picked up in Guatemala.  It is tucked ever so appropriately behind my pannier, ready for the first coconut or pineapple that happens to cross my path.  Not to mention the most convenient bottle opener and saw too.  In 90% of the world’s countries this tool is considered a farm implement.  They are wielded expertly by 8 year old boys as freely as a skateboard in the US.  I wonder what my government will consider it?  Dang, I sure am hoping…

Now Gaila doesn’t seem too stressed about it, just sad.  But that is her way.  I am the worrier and she is the carefree girl – taking things as they come.  It IS sad that our trip is coming to an end.  All these thoughts about what landing is going to be like and what we will do for work, etc.  Damn money.  The good news is we have learned to live happily with so much less.  Which is good on oh so many levels.  I have lots of ideas and irons in the fire so not really too anxious about it, but who knows.

Well, it is 6:15 am on this exciting Sunday morning.  Guess I will make the post and then hope to it.  Another exciting day waits for our OverlandNow team!  See you all soon.